Blows crashed all around the raiding squad.
Sect elite guards threw powerful spiritual techniques. Lin Yue’s ash barriers blocked strike after strike, yet his small group took wounds. They pushed forward through the chaos, fighting toward the iron‑bound relic carriages.
One of Lin Yue’s companions fell, struck down by an enemy energy blast. Others were bleeding, exhausted. They were vastly outnumbered. If they did not finish their objective quickly, they would all die inside the enemy camp.
At last they reached the carriages. The heavy iron doors stood closed. Lin Yue summoned compressed ash‑stone force. A tremendous impact smashed the carriage housings open. Inside glowed the strange, cold relic crystals. These were the devices that drained Azure Ruin’s ancient mist‑power.
Without hesitation, Lin Yue directed concentrated ash‑force against the artefacts. Cracks spider‑webbed across the crystal surfaces. One by one, the suppression relics shattered. Dim pale light flickered out. Their power was gone.
A great roar of anger rose from the sect command. The elders saw their crucial weapons destroyed. Enemies closed in from every direction. There was no time to celebrate.
“Retreat! Now!” Lin Yue shouted.
The strike group turned and fought their way back out of the camp. Hunted by countless furious cultivators, they raced across dark mountain slopes. Many pursuers chased hot on their heels.
Only when they crossed back within Azure Ruin Valley’s mist‑borders did the chase fall off. They had succeeded. The suppression relics were no more. But the cost had been heavy. Several brave fighters would not return home.
Within the valley, news of their victory lifted spirits. Yet the sect army was still huge. They still possessed overwhelming numbers. The war was far from over.